I couldn't place my sanity on any of the thoughts that flooded into my head. It ached as if I was carrying a ton of mud.My vision gradually went blurry, my tongue loosed its wetness, and I could feel the beats of Atilogwu music as it played in my head. "Argh!" I exclaimed due to its excruciating pain. I beckoned for aid not even a shadow was available. I struggled to scream but at this point, my tongue seemed stagnant. "What is happening?" I questioned my mind as I reclined to the bed with both hands supporting my head cause it was on the verge of explosion.The world became a spherical metallic object for a shotput game. I lifted it as those who watched were in shock. My imagination was dealing with me. No one offered a solution to me, but, that wasn't my problem. I was elated inside the elevator, my torso was gradually ascending into the sky. Perhaps, I was the Messiah to come but people disdained me because of my race.In my wonderland, the utmost of my imagination came with a mighty game of emotion."Hello, pretty!" I greeted. Over the years, I have always been obsessed with South African ladies. I love to watch them dance in their cultural attire, flaunting the beauty of African women. My dream had come to pass. Here I was in their Grahams Town Festival___ a festival that celebrates all genres of Arts and appreciates Mother Earth. I couldn't stop admiring the beauty on the stage. She possessed a majestic coiffure, with tresses that cascaded down her back like a rich, dark waterfall. Her hair was a luxuriant mane, full and luscious, with hints of subtle waves that framed her face and accentuated her striking features. Her physique was a true marvel of feminine elegance, a masterful blend of curves and contours. My eyes were buried in her hourglass. I dan